Can you tell if I'm cold?
If I'm out of daydreams?
When I lose what is mine?
Will a new love await me?I'm trying to walk blind in the dark
And be touch by wonders
When you're trying to blind me by the daylight
It saddens me to say
But I prefer the sound of you when you are away
And if I'm ever left with one rose in my hand
Please just let it die
And this hurts me to say
But I have gotten to the point
Of not caring whether you know why I cry or not
That question used to keep me up all night
me asking myself "why doesn't she
care"
"Do I not show my sadness to her"
Or is it because "I don't love her enough"
"Does she not feel loved by me "
I have gotten to the point to accept that she's never going to care enough about me to wonder why I cry
And I think that's the beauty of forgotten love
-Forgotten Love
YOU ARE READING
She's Not The Same
PoetryTo You The one who at one point meant the universe to me I tell the unsaid mystery of my emotions and thoughts The thoughts I have blotted down on blank sheets of paper So after all these years you can finally understand a percentage of the pain yo...
